leaving me kissed and wanted
drowning in honey
no...not even spring, a snowstorm in the wings
sure to bury us all weekend
and i can't take my eyes off this flame orange
wheelbarrow laden with honey.
suddenly i am lying in a field of sun warm flowers,
the breeze is soft, welcome.
and the bees...
a steady drone of promise.
welcome to haiku my heart
where lovers of simple words from all
over the world return each friday to haiku
and more importantly, to each other.
thank you for being here and brightening my moment.